Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.